Tyrant

Built body stalked along the edge of the twisted earth. The canyon, it's cliffs; so full of beauty, and yet so deadly. The wind brushed past his face, offering a gentle caress around his face and muzzle. He closed his blood stained eyes, lifting up his dial to the sky. He wondered... his brother... his mother.... And then Enola crossed his mind. He hadn't seen her in a while... she must have been completely broken because of the direction of Crucified chose... if she even knew that he had joined the Haunters. Everyday, Tyrant wondered... if his mother had not been killed.. would he still be with the Haunters? Would he still be housed by his sister, or would he have this neutral pack of his? It hurt him... Deeply.

His eyes flicked up, meeting a spot where the two had sat and spoken... When he encouraged Enola to cry... Pain was something everything felt, be emotionally or physically. He watched the spot for a moment.. "I'm so sorry ..." His words trailed off as his gut twisted in a painful manner. Her closed his eyes, feeling the stinging sensation behind his orbs as tears tried to fight their way to freedom.. He wouldn't let them.. he wouldn't shed a tear... Some of this was his fault.. or so he blamed.

.enola.

Enola had become nothing more then a mere shell. Her grey body was as beautiful as ever, but her heart was hollow and her eyes were all but devoid of life. She came to the canyon rarely, for she had seen Storm Warning kill her beloved aunt here. Aaka.... Gods, how she missed her. A tight clenching wrapped around her heart, and for a moment she couldn't breathe, but still she moved onwards. She walked precariously along the canyons edge. One strong gust of wind, and she would go over and plummet to her death.

She walked on and on until a familar scent crept into her nostrils. A soft smile flickered across her lips and she trotted until she found him, in a position that she knew to well. She moved silently now, until she was in front of him. Gently she licked his cheek. Its ok to cry. She whispered softly. Words that he had spoken to her, long, long ago.

Tyrant

Concentrating too hard on keeping down the salty beads, Tyrant didn't even notice the smell of his puphood packmate. When all of a sudden a gentle lick was placed upon him, his eyes shot open, frozen for a moment. His thoughts and conscious came rushing back to him as his mind tried to piece together... "Y-You're here..." He was so... well, confused! He looked to the side, and then to his other side, his heart racing with adrenaline. He took a deep breath and shook his head. "Where have you been? I was worried something bad had happened!" To him, she had become family. To him, family was the most important. And he knew his brother would want Enola safe.

His body began to settle down, the initial shock washing down quickly as he shook his head again. "How long have you been watching me?" was another question. For she had seen enough to know that he was fighting back crying. For his Mother, for his brother, and for Enola herself.

All fun and joy came to a halt as the next question fizzled into his mind, his look turned grave, "What was the last thing that happened before you left?" He needed to update her... on everything.

.enola.

Her eyes lifted to his, and once more those butter colored orbs were deadened. Cruci- Hestier... Had found himself a new mate. Thats the last thing I know of. Her heart shrivled a bit more at that thought. Crucified had chosen yet another mate besides her. Was she so horrid? Was she so despised that he wouldn't even look at her, and notice the love that she felt for him?

She gave a wan smile to Tyrant. But the past is past, and nothing will change it now. She pondered over his first question and answered it very carefully. Mourning. I went high up into the mountains, past the Ancient Guardians, and deeper then I have ever gone before to lose myself for awhile and for get who I was and where I had come from. A part of herself still took the blame for Aaka's death. Her own father had killed her, and now Enola knew not how to make it better.

Tyrant

He watched as she spoke, and how she pained when she talked about Crucified. He could feel the pain she did as she spoke and as she thought. For he held the pain of losing a brother, and a very wise one at that. "He is not Crucified, he is Hestier... You have done nothing wrong." He tried to brighten her spirit.

His body tensed as she spoke of weeping and of forgetting who she was and all of her past. If only it was so easy as that... He thought to himself, a twitching in his stomach made him squirm under his coat. He moved closer to the female, the friend she had been, and nuzzled her for comfort and support. He knew about Aaka's death, who didn't? But he didn't know who had done it. He knew she had been through a lot... but he had to let her know.

"Hestier... he... we have to give up on him..." His heart, shattered into pieces as he spoke the words of giving up on his brother. Whereas he had spoken never to quit on the brute before. "There is too much pain.. You have done nothing to Crucified... But he is dead, and in his death he loved you. And I'm sure if he could ever gain his memory he would love you even more than ever!" He shook his head, fighting back the urge to go and kill the brute that had claimed his brother's body. "Hestier is not Crucified, and whatever he says to you, you should blow off. Crucified never thought of you as anything but perfect! And Hestier has taken all of Crucified's hard work, all that he has done in his life and promised to himself and threw it away without a thought..."

Backing up, the 180 pound wolf closed his eyes. Growling darkly under his throat. "Hestier has joined the Shadow Haunters... He admires my sister... He see's the power, and want's the power that she has. He and his pathetic mate have had children who are being raised by the Shadow Haunters... He is not Crucified, you know Crucified would never even dream of joining his sister... "

In his mind, his soul clashed with moral code. To protect his family.. but oh how much Risen had taken from him! "My mother is dead... Risen has stolen her life from me... After I stood beside my sister in battle, and then my mother gets killed when I am not close enough to protect her." He shivered a moment... As big a brute as he was, he loved his mother. He loved his brother, He loved his entire family, and Risen was tearing them apart..."I-I don't want to hurt her.. and yet I want her to feel the pain she has caused me... the pain she is putting me through.... " Growls escaped, ending in whines, only to be brought back into a growling form.

Crimson eyes looked down, still, no tears... After a few seconds, he held still.... voids looking at the earth, but never seeing what was in front of him as his body felt the sensation of numbing... He never wanted to say it.. he never wanted to believe it... but...

"I hate her..."